Polski Thread

Polski Thread.

>co sądzicie na temat Trybunału?
>Ewa Tylman- wypadek czy >morderstwo
>jak kupić broń palna w Trojmiescie?
>bez licencji do 2000 PLN

You're not welcome here faggot. Go to slavchan.

Sincerely,

An American.

Hey, at least they write Latin. So they can understand what Lebensraum is.

Yours sincerely,
German

Jan Paweł || święty czy spierdalaj pedale

Idziesz na stragan, ale musi byc to stragan gdzie znajdziesz wiecej ukraincow/ruskich niz polakow
Chodzisz chwile, udajesz, ze szukasz antyków, kup jakąs pierdole dla niepoznaki
Jako ze chodziles chwile po tych straganach, znajdz taki, gdzie sprzedawca wyglada na veterana - nieogolony, pali faje, aura wyjebania i martwe oczy - po czym podbijasz do niego, pokazujesz za pazuchą szekele(1k powinno byc ok, ale zalezy to od biedy panujacej wokol)
Podazaj za nim, na zapleczu powinien opchnac tani model AK i z 2 pudelka amunicji
Dziala za kazdym razem
W domu mam juz kolekcje tanich ak, jednego mosina(nugget) i lugera od jakiegos niemiecko-wygladajacego uchodzce
Nie dziwic sie, ze spierdolil z wlasnego kraju
Mial tez dziwny tatuaz na ramieniu, z grupa krwi
Ale to nie moj biznes

>German
>defending a Polan

You SJW cuck. Make you sure bend over and spread wide for that African and Arab Muslim cock faggot.

You're a disgrace to Germany.

As far as I am concerned, we are the white masterrace now, germany
You are the only one cucked by the shitskins

Enjoy your cultural enrichment

Jest też Wólka Kosowska. Słyszałem że w tych hangarach trzymają An-225 na części. Kalachy, Strieły czy pociski do Gradów sa normalnie w menu obok kurczaka na słodko

Trips have spoken.

Trips detracted

>samefag

If not, stop dickriding.

BY zbierac takie bonusy, musisz sie z nimi trochu zasymilować
Podejrzewam, ze wszyscy sa tutaj neckberdami, wiec jakas aura wyjebania istnieje
Zapal szluga, przyjdz na kacu, mow jak najmniej(dodatkowe punkty jak po ukrainsku/rosyjsku)
Potem jak juz przyjdziesz do domu z nowo nabytymi trofeami mozesz spokojnie shitpostowac na Sup Forums i /k/

Jest strasznym skurwielem. Przytnął mnie na 10g mefedronu. Mam jego numer telefonu, chce go zniszczyć. Co robic?

Spal mu chate i wyruchaj mu starą

On i kolegi

Dlaczego niemiaszki na 4c mają zawsze jakieś wyjebane w chuja kosmosie długie thready a my kurwa nie dobijemy do legalnej 18 w odpowiedziach i 404...

Polan can't into Sup Forums

Chuj tu śpi

...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

I can sit on your face?

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!

polski thread? NEVERMORE!

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic, don't you think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought, it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well, isn't this nice."
And isn't it ironic, l don't you think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought, it figures

Alanis Morisette - Ironic

Hey Igor, don't you have some toilets to clean in the UK?

>Igor

1) Igor isnt a typical Polish name.
2) I wash dishes in a restaurants for £7/h, toilets are for losers.

Yeah, and I am a spoilt 19 yo living in his parent villa in the suburbs of Warsaw. Just lurking in Sup Forums waiting till my Ukrainian maid finishes my bedroom. My name is Wladek by the way.

Hey abdul, should't you be blowing up something in the UK by now?

Weird way to say "I'm 19 and I suck russian cock for a living, my mom is currently taking care of the infestation in my favela . Btw my name is Igor"

Im with you my man, Wladek
Noone should be living anywhere NEAR Warsaw
Hang in there, better times will come

Waldemar to niemieckie imie....
btw. warszawe należy spalić a jej mieszkańców wybić co do jednego

Ej anusy nie macie jakiejś opcji na dobrze płatną i lekką robotę za granicą? Ktoś na emigracji??

Well hello hello polacks hows the scrubbing going?

>poolish is literally russian in the latin alphabet
hmm really fires up the neurons

mam a bo co?

stop speaking third world you nigger

Jakieś info? Pomóż anonowi

ITT:
Angry cucks jealous of the fact, the we have close to no shitskins ruining our culture
How's your friendly nighbour ahmed doing?

what the fuck do you think youre doing third worlder shut your mouth and speak the language of freedom

no can do....

było sie uczyć

>hes still speaking that third world speak

So what if your white, your still a racist polak scum.

Hello there, Igor. You should stop posting or else your boss (who is an anglo cause you're an immigrant) Will get mad and fire you from that toilet cleaning job you really wanted all these years

Zabij się chuju

Polskie thredy zawsze tak szybko umierają. Czyzby na chanach tak mało polaków było? A co z kobietami?

Go eat some mcnuggets, your blood pressure is rising
We wouldn't want to have a dead 300 pounder somewhere in the american basement, now would we

[spoiler]żuj chuj[/spoiler]

Didn't i tell you to shut the fuck up you little third world language speaking nigger

>american
>he thinks im american
BOI
AM
I
LAFFIN

>he's trying spoiler on Sup Forums
Not only are you a poorlack who smells like cheap rum and whisky, you are also a newfag.

You did not deny the basement and 300 pounds part
It doesn't matter if you are not living in america
Mentally and physically you are one

Sprzedawaj kokaine na Warschauer Strasse. Przemycaj hurtowo polski marlboro lighty i sprzedawaj je w Croydon po 7 funtów za paczkę (kupuj bilety lotnicze z wyprzedzeniem - taniej - i nie Norwegian, bo oni sprawdzają podręczny czasem). Umaluj się i dawaj dupy w Amsterdamie. Zapisz się do Legii Cudzoziemskiej. Sprzedawaj bite auta w Radomiu. Kop skały w Norwegii. Porywaj dzieci dla okupu w bogatych przedmieściach Paryża. Kręć z nimi porno w trakcie czekania na hajs. Wejdź z siekierą do Lidla we Frankfurcie nad Odrą i skocz na kasjerkę krzycząć "85% lewobrzeżnej Stolicy".

idz pan w Sup Forums, tam zyją polskie thredy
Zawsze jest tez karachan

kurwa kurwa

OOGA BOOGA WHERE DEM GERMAN WOMEN AT

>mentally and physically american
I'm sorry but babushka's mind reading tips don't work

SMOLEŃSK KURWA

Told you man, your blood pressure is rising
You can have a heart attack
Think about your poor momma seeing her son's body when she comes to check whenever you are alive in your basement

>Igor

pierogi, tyskie, kurwa, bad cars and clean toilets. First that comes in mind for a Brit :)

>tfw i live in a house
>Tfw i dont live in a commieblock and don't have to put up with Igor singing his russian songs
feels good, although you'd never know this feel.

Think about your mom seeing you suck off other russians and cleaning those toilets for extra tips

>int
nie byłem nigdy na karachanie. mam nadzieje, że jest bardziej lewacko niż na wykopie i mniej poprawnie politycznie niż na reddicie.

...

Kiedyś czasami tam zaglądałam, teraz jakoś już nie bardzo. Nie śmiesznie tam.

>babushka
>igor
Someone knows shit about poland and tries to shitpost
Igor isn't a polish name
We ain't got no babushkas here
How about you go and hide in a closest burka and accept the fact, that women in your culture will be required to wear them pretty soon

>Igor isn't a polish name
>We ain't got no babushkas here
you're lying to yourself friendo

:^)

>Poorlack getting mad
Listen 'ere you russian nigger, there's no refugees in your shithole country cause even refugees say "no" to going to that smelly, disgusting, poor shithole you call "home"

Was to Cracow on student exchange. Beautiful old town and cheap beers. Lots of raves with E. Also, people in general are nice. Poland is more chaotic and eccentric than the Czech Rep. but i prefer Mexico over Arizona ;)

Ehhhh UoBiA prosze przeczytac.
Bron czarnoprochowa mozna kupic bez pozwolenia za pomoca dowodu osobistego

Still usings emotes, wizard detected. no one loves you and you should kill yourself

>People in general are nice
When you're poor and need hand outs you have to be nice.

Oh my, such a sensitive fellows you guys are
I spat on a sensitive spot, I see
But I understand, all those muslims/mexicans/niggers wandering around yer neighbourhood
I, too, would have that amount of hate in me

Damn it feels good to have a good white country running
Sure, we have ukrainians and russians nearby, but I guess that's better

Ej kurwa są jakies polskie chany?
Ja pierdolę vichan mi strasznie laguje a na karachana nie umiem wejsć.


Fuck off faggot you're not welcome here.

>Poland
>White
You see Igor, or maybe dima? Slavs are not white.

:^)
>emotes are for wizards
last time i've seen these emotes used by cool and hip kids on kik chats!

So they go to your country and blow up. Hope they fuck your parents

>muslims/mexicans/niggers
you forgot to list polacks

Na karachana nie ma co wchodzic, sama kupa
Zresztą, nie ma tam juz prawie nikogo

Kek, you have zero idea of what country i live in, but i'll give you a hint, it's richer than poland, also, my city has 15000 people and one nigger, poland can't beat that.

"cool and hip kids on kik chats" Damn, that got me.

shut up nigger go to vichan or some shit

You won't see the poverty on the streets of the city. I would say it looks kinda Western European with its old XVI - XIX c. rent flats witch are lit up by halogens for the night. Poverty is hidden in the countryside. Golfs Mk. III and bald youth drinking canned beer on busstops. our group went once to Slovakia tho, IMO its even worse there.

we do on a regular basis you fucking braindead cretin.

Why are you even so butthurt over our country? A Pole fucked your whore mum or stole your girl?

Keep lying to yourself, and maybe quite soon you will accept that your neighbours just want to share with your their religion of peace
Godspeed, hope you don't get delusional too soon

>:^)
Someone tries to mask their anger behind an emote
Also, educate yourself you poor poor nigger

Kill yourself you piece of shit.